Wednesday 31 March 2021

#459 - age of heavy machinery

 





1.iv.21

459

2.91

age of heavy machinery

 

even the leaf as put on

where a tall wind tells

and in this climb and pounce

 

the crane snuck up, tower too

battery’s last hurrah

all the cargo lurching

 

thus touch

 

the heart

a kind of mollusc

attached to random hulls

so plies

 

the city ship upfloated

like a dollar in its dance

 

seas you’d never guess

and there are the million years

 

possum tricks, crook curled

 

you walk down a certain street

expecting time to still be there

or quiddity

 

the frog from the leapt boot

tiny as first light

 

those levers

by which flower and sun

 

a sky to tatters

inkwitted too

 

the insect levitations

ant sagas in particular

 

sleep with its terrible take off and landing

 

the soul

imagined phantom

 

and God

black box of because

 

like a feather

in pillow deep

tickling out tricks

 

we are sawing ourselves in half again

some faction with banners

to the barricade! pickets!

 

tide lines

head

and mind yours

 

Ariadne and over the horns to survive

who forgot the string?

 

a hover, a linger, the multifocal trip

blood pumped and under pressure

crush steel in a wrecker’s yard

 

the deafening virus

town never finishing either

 

it’s whistling this tune

 

high tarn cracking its

come skate

 

even the bath run off

where lie in

now listen

wait

 

every pandemic will pass

I believe the state will wither away

 

all midst of the performance

when every phone must ring 






Tuesday 30 March 2021

#458 - cuddle-logue (very rough)

 




31. iii.21

458

2.90

cuddle-logue

 

contents page

 

from gossamer

ghostly vicarious

long to reign

as some might say

‘like men’

 

cumbersome!

a cloud parting

cuddle called sunshine

motiveless heavenly

nothing ventured

 

the first thing up and in this

wraparound

the nestle in

comes by a set of fits

 

soulful

what does that even mean?

no, stay in bed for a wrestle

take tongue with

what vintage was that?

too close for wrinkle

eyes anyway tight

 

this could be anyone’s cuddle

but the bell rings

have a heart

 

daylight is different

 

then was … by a nose

the competitive cuddle

ongoing, hard at it at times

 

here’s a one-time cuddle

comes on your mobile

mustn’t let anyone see

cuddle with love-beam thrown in for free

 

all innocence

this little chap

leapt in the midst of sibling making

most natural thing in the world

much touch

that’s us

 

and here we are

now where were we?

in media res

 

mysterious cuddle set to certain chords

itself melodic, swells

a cadence comes

the titles run

lay back, job’s done

 

and just when you think you can think

the blue bolt cuddle from out of nowhere!

 

takes you short by way of the curlies

out of your socks at least

possibly lost footing  

go to pieces because of …

you’re cooked!

 

they never come but single spies

on a dance floor

one cuddle leads to legions

and fey, away, uncanny cuddle

made later myth

told down through the tree

as ape to plain come bounding

now grandfatherly

 

but all good things

to a pretty pass

and gather here

 

the COVID cuddle could be your last

 

kind cuddle of the after loss

solicitous, perhaps, or calculating, crafty

 

consider the legally binding cuddle

clerk drafted

from which a handshake quakes

the cuddle as agreed

 

indeterminate? curious?

fresh?  generic? rote?

blues cuddle? jazz it!

or our own invention?

make it up as we go?

 

no, stay

 

hello this is love and mean it

we’re paving a path to hell

fire up the close encounter

 

a twisting turning devious clench

sly deceiving meant something quite other

the cuddle of the beast

 

the deadly business of the bear  

and done on the picnic rug

 

then calm, collect ourselves

 

home pure, no grope ulterior

though light breast brush

tip touch at times

you choose

 

the bottom line leads fresh kisses

and end up where?

with the lowest commonly denominated cuddle

 

one that lasts the whole year

one that comes in seasons

 

cuddle with endearments

lewd concupiscent cuddle

 make my bliss

 

 they’re off again

out of the barriers

it’s the human race!

 

Aristophanic cartwheel

and horizontal dance upright

 

a balancing act on the high wire

under the big top

premeditated cuddle

set to entertain

 

the one that led to the wedding

a dynasty else a tribe

 

there is the group or cluster cuddle

the flag wrapped national football hug

or change room scrum meant nothing

we’re married

 

the cuddle of truth

and the other kind

 

the cuddle of the melt-down

nothing left in love’s tank

 

then there’s the final

the custody cuddle

court ordered

 

the cuddle of the eggshells trod

 

how come to this?

 

the cuddle of the settlement

each far and so alone

hurt

 

the broken

the irreparable cuddle

each her his part

a casual comedy

commonplace

 

tentative from first date on line

the fists found later

sadly sometimes love’s too blind

let’s not go there

let’s laugh it up with life goes on

tell me … whisper, touching

 

a toddler run and leap

on for old, for young

the cuddle consisting of all well wishes

 

a kind of illumination

you can work all hours by this

 

sovereign remedy for winter

 

you won’t need a

do not disturb sign

all can see

 

and yet we’re where they won’t

 

confound the clock

try this at home

here’s the cuddle we keep on the shelf

and here’s one, just in case

 

it’s on my footer where away

a kind of cone of silence

 

and there’s the distant cousin kind

airpeck and no favours asked

 

and more

never run out!

warehouses full!

 

a cuddle off the rack

or here’s the full on

 

and this from far

of parting then again here’s the rejoinder

the conversational cuddle

perfectly equal

as if one turn

wheesht of where we are

 

or in unconscious night

as together dreamt

by accidental illustration

 

cuddle analogous with clinch?

no, cuddle is metonymy

it’s all beside yourself

no matter if misunderstood

 

come hither …

you’re already here

 

armed and in the between of done and still to do

make pause for it

 

and on the days when there are none

please take one

consider yourself in the cuddle

in the poem in a song

receive it as a place and purpose…

receive and so you’ll give

 

first last

the one for you is one for me

 

don’t worry

it’s where we won’t be missed

 

where the we are now wordlessly gone

in all the tricks of whimsy

this breath together bliss

 

a rhythm as with

 

each equally priceless and each set free

how shall we picture this?